Is U Kiddin’ Me? lyrics

[Chorus: French Montana]

Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen’
f*cking b*tches, chasing money 'til the motherf*cking end baby
It doesn't even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn’t even matter
Imma ride for this b*tch, until I die for dis b*tch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis b*tch
Is you a friend of me?
Is you an enemy?
Is you perpetrating?
Is you kidding me?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Get a bottle, sip this yak, let's get this money
Is you with me when they clappin? -Don't be runnin
All my partners smoking weed, poppin' pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen'
f*ck them b*tches, getting money, till the motherf*cking end
Can't be real in the game full of suckers
When that mazi rolling up, all the b*tches wanna f*ck us
Stop bluffing'
Now I know you n*ggas real well
Shoot you and you still tell
Bout to get my n*gga on that pill bail
Man you gon see this sh*t real, when that fo’ fo’ come out
These rap n*ggas poppin pills and that homo come out
This that co-caine, Juice, Pat, blue-stacks
Brown paper bag at the dealer, tell that n*gga throw the roof back
[Chorus: French Montana]

Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen’
f*cking b*tches, chasing money 'til the motherf*cking end baby
It doesn't even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter
Imma ride for this b*tch, until I die for dis b*tch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis b*tch
Is you a friend of me?
Is you an enemy?
Is you perpetrating?
Is you kidding me?

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
These n*ggas ain’t real, and I can see that sh*t
They say they gangsterrrr
They walkin' witta switch
They like to hang with street n*ggas for the street cred'
They like to talk about what street n*ggas did
But what you did mane?
n*gga you ain't in no gang
n*gga you ain't never bang
n*gga you ain't pushing things
Real recognise real, pus*y n*ggas you can tell
You ain't getting money bruh, you ain't selling fish scale
You ain't ever high as me, I smoke a lotta weed
Pop a lotta pills, drink liquor, sip a lotta lean
Blow about a hundred G's, and I'mo keep it street
Still draped up in diamonds with a white T
[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen'
f*cking b*tches, chasing money 'til the motherf*cking end baby
It doesn't even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter
Imma ride for this b*tch, until I die for dis b*tch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis b*tch
Is you a friend of me?
Is you an enemy?
Is you perpetrating?
Is you kidding me?

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
The ghetto, the street
Gangstas, ma chun[?]
Wake up music that I listen to, easily the gun—play
Comes to the residence of moms when i'm lookin for her son
Who done ran all the pile[?] for my cookin dope
Down south whippin cakes, like Betty Crocker
If yo' pockets stay with aids[?], come and see the doctor
Slanging weight, moving eight's, choppa's like a mobster
Weed got me in the clouds, like i'm Penna Tarcher[???]

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Cuz I grind like teeth, these n*ggas don't like me
These n*ggas despise me, but these n*ggas don't want beef
They don't wanna be in these streets, these suckers looking for peace
To express their true feelings over, they feel about me
They squealin' about me
Cause they knowing they can't compete
They came in the game too late to sell numbers like me
n*gga think I ain't hood, where the f*ck you think I'm from?
I wasn't born in the studio, on a f*cking set of drums ho
[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen'
f*cking b*tches, chasing money 'til the motherf*cking end baby
It doesn't even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter
Imma ride for this b*tch, until I die for dis b*tch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis b*tch
Is you a friend of me?
Is you an enemy?
Is you perpetrating?
Is you kidding me?